1. Poems about Han Changting
Poems about Han Changting 1. Collect poems about Han Changting and everything about it, urgent
1. " Congratulations to the Bridegroom: The Story of Drinking in a Changing Pavilion" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji's Story of Drinking in a Changing Pavilion.
Looking at Yuanming and Fengliu, they look exactly like Crouching Dragon and Zhuge. Wherever the magpies fly from the forest, trampling on the pine tops in the light snow.
It is necessary to wear out your hat and add more hair. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and they are transformed into wind and moon by the sparse plum blossoms.
Two or three wild geese are also bleak. A beautiful woman makes a big promise but neglects to say goodbye.
The Qingjiang River is so cold that it cannot be crossed, and the water is deep and icy. The road is broken, the wheels are growing at the four corners, and the bones of pedestrians here are broken.
Who asked you to make me sad? It was forged now that I miss the wrong lovesickness, but I spent all the iron in the world to predict it at the beginning. If you play the night flute, don’t blow it to pieces.
Interpretation: I say goodbye to you in the pavilion with a wine glass in my hand. Your character of poverty and happiness is just like Tao Jingjie, and your handsome and outstanding talents are like the Crouching Dragon Zhuge. The forest magpie flew from nowhere and kicked down the remaining snow on the pine branches.
It seems that we both want to add a lot of gray hair to our shabby hats. The vegetation has withered, the mountains and rivers have withered, and the winter scenery has lost its brightness.
It is only because of the sparse plum blossom embellishment that it is somewhat lively and pleasing. The two or three wild geese flying across the sky also looked so lonely and desolate.
You value your trust so much and come to meet me in Ehu, only to meet and part ways easily. It's a pity that it's cold and the water is deep and the river is frozen, so I can't cross it, and I can't catch up with you, which makes me feel sad and depressed.
The wheel also seems to have four corners and cannot rotate. This place really makes the farewell passers-by feel miserable. Let me ask, who makes me so troubled and depressed? I already regretted letting you go back east, just like making a big mistake and using up all the iron in the world.
After a long sleepless night, the neighbor's sad flute sound came again. I hope the flute sound will stop and not let the flute burst. 2. "The Pavilion's Resentment and Slowness: Gradually Blowing It All Out" Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui Gradually blowing it away, the branches are fragrant and fragrant, this is a house with deep green doors.
Yuanpu lingers, where are the scattered sails heading? There are so many people watching, who can be like the pavilion tree? If the tree had feelings, it would not be green like this! At dusk, the high city was gone, only countless mountains were visible. Wei Lang is leaving, how can he forget to share the money with Yuhuan? The first is to come back early, fearing that no one will be in charge of Hongcalyx.
It’s hard to cut off thousands of strands of sorrow even if it’s all in vain. Definition: Gradually the wind has blown away, and the lightly fragrant catkins on the branches are everywhere, and the dense green shade of the willow trees covers the doors.
The boat gradually moved away along the winding river. In the dusk, the cloud sails were messy and they were rushing back and forth. Where were they heading? Seeing that there are so many partings in the world, who can be as quiet and lonely as the willow trees in the pavilion? If the willow tree had feelings, it would never grow so green. The sun was setting and the towering city was no longer visible, only countless mountains with stacked rocks could be seen.
I will never forget the parting words: "Now that Wei Lang is gone, how can I forget the jade ring token you gave me." "The most important thing is to remember to come back early. I am afraid that Hongcai will be lonely and have no one to help me." Make the decision."
Even the sharp scissors made by Bingzhou are in vain, and they cannot cut through the sorrow of separation. 3. "Sapphire Case· Changting Road with Green Locust and Willows" Song Dynasty: Huihong Changting Road with Green Locust and Willows.
Hate to take second place and separate. Days are as difficult as years.
Looking back in Gaocheng, the dusk clouds have completely obscured the view, making it difficult to see where anyone can see. It's almost dusk at Xie'an Hotel.
Secretly recall Ding Ning’s thousands of words. How much love is there in an inch of tenderness.
The thin quilt and the lonely pillow, the dream returns to the tranquility, and the dawn Xiaoxiao rain invades. Interpretation: On Changting Road, the locust trees are green and the willows are as green as smoke. I hate that (I) walk in a hurry, (the long road reminds me) that we have parted.
The lingering sorrow makes people feel that one day seems like a year, and I don’t know how to spend it. Looking back at the tall city wall in the distance, it has been blocked by dusk clouds. Where is the end of the line of sight? When it was getting dark, I took off my saddle and stayed in the hotel, secretly recalling the millions of whispers my lover said before leaving.
How much affection is contained in an inch of tender intestine? Nowadays, I only have a thin quilt and a lonely pillow to accompany me. When I wake up from my dream in the middle of the night, it is the dead of night, and at dawn, the spring rain is falling outside the window. 4. "The Ring in the Rain·The Chilling Cicadas" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges the ship. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? (Good Scenery No. 1: Beautiful Scenery) Interpretation: The cicada's cry is sad and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower has just stopped.
We set up a tent on the outskirts of Kyoto for a farewell party, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off. Holding each other's hand and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were choked and speechless.
Thinking of the long journey, thousands of miles of mist, the evening clouds and mist shrouded the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end in sight. Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sad about parting, let alone in this deserted and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I am afraid that only the bank of willows will face the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.
It’s been a long time since we last visited each other. I expected that even if we encountered good weather and beautiful scenery, it would be nothing. Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell it to? 5. "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Plain Forest and Desert Smoke Like Weaving" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai The plain forest and desert smoke are like weaving, and the Hanshan area is sad and green.
Entering the high-rise building in darkness, there are people upstairs who are worried. The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return home in a hurry.
Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion. (Lian Duo Pavilion, one work: Geng Duo Pavilion) Interpretation: The dusk smoke above the stretching woods in the distance is shrouded in mist, and it is still a sad green color.
The night filled the tall boudoir, and someone was worrying alone upstairs. On the jade steps, I stand waiting in vain.
The bird returning to the nest flies under the urging of home. Where is my return journey? I only saw long pavilions connected to short pavilions on the road.
2. Collect poems about Han Changting and everything about it, urgently
1. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom: Talking about Drinking in Changting Pavilion" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji Talking about Drinking in Changting Pavilion.
Looking at Yuanming and Fengliu, they look exactly like Crouching Dragon and Zhuge. Wherever the magpies fly from the forest, trampling on the pine tops in the light snow.
It is necessary to wear out your hat and add more hair. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and they are transformed into wind and moon by the sparse plum blossoms.
Two or three wild geese are also bleak. A beautiful woman makes a big promise but neglects to say goodbye.
The Qingjiang River is so cold that it cannot be crossed, and the water is deep and icy. The road is broken, the wheels are growing at the four corners, and the bones of pedestrians here are broken.
Who asked you to make me sad? It was forged now that I miss the wrong lovesickness, but I spent all the iron in the world to predict it at the beginning. If you play the night flute, don’t blow it to pieces.
Interpretation: I say goodbye to you in the pavilion with a wine glass in my hand. Your character of poverty and happiness is just like Tao Jingjie, and your handsome and outstanding talents are like the Crouching Dragon Zhuge. The forest magpie flew from nowhere and kicked down the remaining snow on the pine branches.
It seems that we both want to add a lot of gray hair to our shabby hats. The vegetation has withered, the mountains and rivers have withered, and the winter scenery has lost its brightness.
It is only because of the sparse plum blossom embellishment that it is somewhat lively and pleasing. The two or three wild geese flying across the sky also looked so lonely and desolate.
You value your trust so much and come to meet me in Ehu, only to meet and part ways easily. It's a pity that it's cold and the water is deep and the river is frozen, making it impossible to cross and catch up with you, which makes me feel regretful and depressed.
The wheel also seems to have four corners and cannot rotate. This place really makes the farewell passers-by feel miserable. Let me ask, who makes me so troubled and depressed? I already regretted letting you go back east, just like making a big mistake and using up all the iron in the world.
After a long sleepless night, the neighbor's sad flute sound came again. I hope the flute sound will stop and not let the flute burst. 2. "The Pavilion's Resentment and Slowness: Gradually Blowing It All Out" Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui gradually blew it out, and the branches were fragrant and fragrant. This was a house with deep green doors.
Yuanpu lingers, where are the scattered sails heading? There are so many people watching, who can be like the pavilion tree? If the tree had feelings, it would not be green like this! At dusk, the high city was gone, only countless mountains were visible. Wei Lang is leaving, how can he forget to share the money with Yuhuan? The first is to come back early, fearing that no one will be in charge of Hongcalyx.
It’s hard to cut off thousands of strands of sorrow even if it’s all in vain. Definition: Gradually the wind has blown away, and the lightly fragrant catkins on the branches are everywhere, and the dense green shade of the willow trees covers the doors.
The boat gradually moved away along the winding river. In the dusk, the cloud sails were messy and they were rushing back and forth. Where were they heading? Seeing that there are so many partings in the world, who can be as quiet and lonely as the willow trees in the pavilion? If the willow tree had feelings, it would never grow so green. The sun was setting and the towering city was no longer visible, only countless mountains with stacked rocks could be seen.
I will never forget the parting words: "Now that Wei Lang is gone, how can I forget the jade ring token you gave me." "The most important thing is to remember to come back early. I am afraid that Hongcai will be lonely and have no one to help me." Make the decision."
Even the sharp scissors made by Bingzhou are in vain, and they cannot cut through the sorrow of separation. 3. "Sapphire Case· Changting Road with Green Locust and Willows" Song Dynasty: Huihong Changting Road with Green Locust and Willows.
Hate to take second place and separate. Days are as difficult as years.
Looking back in Gaocheng, the dusk clouds have completely obscured the view, making it difficult to see where anyone can see. It's almost dusk at Xie'an Hotel.
Secretly recall Ding Ning’s thousands of words. How much love is there in an inch of tenderness.
The thin quilt and the lonely pillow, the dream returns to the tranquility, and the dawn Xiaoxiao rain invades. Interpretation: On Changting Road, the locust trees are green and the willows are as green as smoke. I hate that (I) walk in a hurry, (the long road reminds me) that we have parted.
The lingering sorrow makes people feel that one day seems like a year, and I don’t know how to spend it. Looking back at the tall city wall in the distance, it has been blocked by dusk clouds. Where is the end of the line of sight? When it was getting dark, I took off my saddle and stayed in the hotel, secretly recalling the millions of whispers my lover said before leaving.
How much affection is contained in an inch of tender intestine? Nowadays, I only have a thin quilt and a lonely pillow to accompany me. When I wake up from my dream in the middle of the night, it is the dead of night, and at dawn, the spring rain is falling outside the window. 4. "The Bells in the Rain·The Chilling Cicadas" Song Dynasty: Liu Yong's chilling cicadas are pitiful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, and the showers are beginning to stop.
There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Where there is nostalgia, the orchid boat urges the ship. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them? (Good Scenery 1: Beautiful Scenery) Explanation: The cicada's cry is sad and urgent. In the evening, facing the pavilion, the shower has just stopped.
We set up a tent on the outskirts of Kyoto for a farewell party, but we were not in the mood to have a drink. When we were reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging us to set off. Holding each other's hand and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were choked and speechless.
Thinking of the long journey, thousands of miles of mist, the evening clouds and mist shrouded the southern sky, deep and vast, with no end in sight. Since ancient times, passionate people have always been sad about parting, let alone in this deserted and desolate autumn! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I am afraid that only the bank of willows will face the shrill morning wind and the waning moon at dawn.
It’s been a long time since we last visited each other, and I expected that even if we encountered good weather and beautiful scenery, it would be in vain. Even if you are full of affection, who will you tell it to? 5. "Bodhisattva Barbarian: Pinglin Momo is like a woven smoke" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Pinglin is like a woven smoke in the desert, and the Hanshan area is sad and green.
Entering the high-rise building in darkness, there are people upstairs who are worried. The jade steps stand in the air, and the birds return home in a hurry.
Where is the return journey? The long pavilion is connected with the short pavilion. (Lian Duo Pavilion, one work: Geng Duo Pavilion) Interpretation: The dusk smoke above the stretching woods in the distance is shrouded in mist, and it is still a sad green color.
The night filled the tall boudoir, and someone was worrying alone upstairs. On the jade steps, I stand waiting in vain.
The bird returning to the nest flies under the urging of home. Where is my return journey? I only saw long pavilions connected to short pavilions on the road.
3. Poems about Changting
"Bodhisattva Man" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty: The flat forest is woven with smoke in the desert, and the cold mountains are sad and green. It's dark when you enter a high-rise building, and there are people upstairs who are worried. The king's steps stand in the air, and the old bird returns home in a hurry. Where is the return journey, the long pavilion is shorter.
Song Liuyong's "Rain Lin Ling": The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? The dawn wind and the waning moon on the willow bank. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them!
In the early Tang Dynasty, "Send Wang Xiucai to Visit Wu Dudu of Chizhou": When I go to Chiyang, I will jump on the carved saddle, and there will be a long pavilion with hundreds of dry grasses for ten miles. The clothes are blocked by the wind and the gold carvings are fine, and the sword light shines across the snow and jade dragons. The soul of the village on the other side of the sunny suburb is broken, and the dawn tree cries and the hacker's dream is broken. The host of Nanguan Xinglang, wave your whip and stop asking for directions.
"Farewell" by Li Shutong (Master Hongyi): Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends. Life is rarely filled with joyous gatherings, but with many separations. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. I asked you when you will return here, and don't linger when you come back. At the end of the sky, in the corner of the earth, acquaintances are half scattered, and the remaining joy is spread out in a pot of turbidity. Don't sleep in the cold tonight.
4. Poems describing the Changting Pavilion
"Farewell" by Li Shutong Outside the Changting Pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant green grass stretches across the sky, the evening wind blows the willow flute, the setting sun is outside the mountains, the end of the sky, the earth In the corner of the corner, my close friends are half scattered. Life is rarely a happy reunion, but only after separation. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant green grass reaches the sky. When will you return? When you come, don't wander around the end of the sky. In the corner of the earth, my close friends are half scattered. A pot of turbidity. Have fun, don't dream cold tonight. Although Li Shutong is good at both lyrics and music, his biographer Mr. Chen Xing has verified that this song is not the lyricist's own composition, but borrowed the melody of an American popular song, and the lyrics are also based on A Japanese song - some commentators believe that the meaning of the words condenses the artistic conception of the third chapter of the fourth book of "The West Chamber".
However, the two songs may have been lost in the sea of ??history in the United States and Japan, but this song that borrowed chickens to lay eggs has gained a long and even eternal life in China. "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky.
The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains." Such melancholy and feminine words, with shallow words and deep meaning but sad but not sad words, are accompanied by A very Chinese soothing melody, it is difficult not to become a famous song in China - especially in the 20th century when the old and the new are changing and Taoism is disappearing.
This song has become the new "Yangguan Sandie". The Chinese people of the 20th century who have "an ancient country of more than 4,000 years" have used this song to "send off" too many things. . ".
5. Three poems each related to yellow flowers, long pavilions, swan geese, and the moon
(Hongyan)
When I first heard that there are no cicadas in the wild geese, there are no cicadas. The building is high and the water reaches the sky.
The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon..
--------- Li Shangyin (Frost Moon)
Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild geese return, the moon is full on the west tower.
-------- Li Qingzhao (One Cut Plum)
Bing Dreams cannot come true on the silver bed, the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.
The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor.
--------- - Wen Tingyun (Yao Se Yuan)
The geese lead away the sorrowful heart, and the mountain carries a good moon.
---------Li Bai (climbing Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve) )]
(Changting)
Bodhisattva Barbarian
Author: Li Bai Dynasty: Tang Genre: Ci
The plain forest is covered with smoke, The area around Hanshan is sad and green. It's dark when you enter a high-rise building, and there are people upstairs who are worried.
The jade steps stand in the air, the birds are flying home in a hurry, where is the return journey? The long pavilion is shorter than the pavilion.
Walking on the Shasha (Yan Shu)
I left the song at the ancestral table and had a farewell banquet in the long pavilion. The fragrance and dust have been separated and I still look back. Residents and horses are reflected in the forest, and pedestrians are removed and followed by the waves.
The soul of the painting pavilion disappears, the tall buildings are broken, and the setting sun only sends the waves far away. Endless sorrow is the sorrow of separation, and I have thought about it all over the world.
I don’t get drunk after leaving the wine cup, but when I arrive at the post station, I send a letter to all the princes (Liu Zongyuan)
Infinite people send me to wake up alone, and I am pitifully lonely in Changting.
Jingzhou did not meet Gaoyang couple, and the hall was full of spring cold all night.
(Yellow Flower)
Magnolia/Jade House Spring (Chen Shidao)
The lake is flat and the trees are falling and the sky is wide. The sound of flowing springs at the bottom of the leaves is heard again and again, while clear wine leaks from the edge of the wine. The delicate hands are wiping the red strings in the flowers. The scenery is slippery on spring ice. Ten things go against people and seven or eight are common. Instead of mixing white hair with yellow flowers, I want to stream down the clear stream to embrace the bright moon.
Wulingchun (Cao Xun)
Go to the Jade Dew Golden Wind to find victory, and see the three states in January. Red leaves and yellow flowers satisfy autumn. What a clever way to pretend to be sad. I live at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, surrounded by pines and chrysanthemums. Return to the small building while the plum blossoms reflect it. You should ask if you will stay for a long time.
Red lips (Chen Yunping)
The eyebrows are frowning, and the tear stains are red and blue. The sound of wild geese is approaching. You must bring a safe letter. Standing alone against the river tower, the fallen leaves are blown by the wind. Feelings are boring. The butterfly follows the bee and takes advantage. The ground is full of yellow flowers and hate.
Dian Lips (Chen Yunping)
Farewell to the long pavilion, the green and lonely land. The book is sent empty. Return to Mengpindongli. An autumn wind expresses Yuan Ming's meaning. Concentrate on the situation. Rain and smoke. They are all tears of yellow flowers.
(Moon)
How many times did the moonlight shine on me in the old days, playing the flute beside the plum blossoms? (Jiang Baishi)
"Magnolia Slowly Sends Fan Chu off from Chuzhou"
When old age comes, the affection fades, and the farewell wine is timid. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is very beautiful, but it doesn't shine brightly.
I don’t care about the ruthless water, I only care about the west wind returning the ship. In the evening of autumn, on the Shumper River, my children were in front of the lamp late at night.
If you collect your shirt, you can go to heaven. The Jade Palace is thinking of virtuous people. I want to be clear in the middle of the night, study abroad and look at the grass, but I am sent to the side.
An old friend from Chang'an asked me, saying that the sorrow and the wine are still there. My eyes are broken and the geese are falling in the autumn sky, and the empty strings are ringing when I get drunk.
"A Cut of Plum Blossoms in the First Moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival"
Recalling the osmanthus bushes in the Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers are also in the cup, and the moon is also in the cup. Tonight, the same person upstairs, the screen window is wet with clouds and the screen window is wet with rain.
Hun wants to take advantage of the wind to ask about chemical engineering, but the road is difficult and the letter is also difficult to pass. The whole hall is only filled with red candles, the songs are calm and the cups are calm.
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I want to be round but I am not round yet
But I am looking for fragrant grass
Draw a fan to cover the light rain
Don’t be ruthless in flying catkins
Idle flowers should make people laugh